The past is a mirror. The reflection of what we are in the present. The wrinkles, the acne, and the scars all tell a story of where we been, what we’ve done and what we’ve become. Some look into this mirror with disgust. Some try to hide it with make-up because of all the imperfections they assume to be seeing, or even to make it appear more acceptable. Some admire it because of the experience it has afforded them; you hear them say the past is a foundation of every great tale. What do you see when you look into your mirror
A mask of life, a mask covering strife?
The past is a thief in the night. It sneaks up behind you, no guarantee if it will steal your life or take your acquired possessions, as though you owe it. If you carry too much, you are its…
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